The Laptop

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It’s been a while since I posted something here. Man, how time flies when you’re shoulder-deep in undeserved trouble.

I was caught Saturday night / Sunday morning (Oct 30 / Oct 31) Skyping with my friends until 3:30 in the morning. Unluckily for me, the one time that I do it was a night where my father’s pager went off practically every other hour. Dad heard me chatting with my friends, and my mother came into my room, gave me a very condensed late-night lecture, and confiscated my laptop.

The evening after, I was on my phone with one of my Californian friends (via Skype) somewhere between 7 and 8 pm. Yes, it was a school night, and yes, it was before my usual school-night-bedtime. And, of course, Dad came upstairs to check on what I was doing, and before you know it my laptop was locked into the dock on my desk.

Monday during school, I realized that 8 could just unplug my dock from everything and my laptop can still be mobile… but of course when I got home, Dad chained the dock to my desk. I did absolutely nothing and yet my parents cracked down even harder!

Dear Parents,

Quite honestly, this is very unfair. I’m still getting very good grades, relatively, with the amount of sleep I get. Compare how social I am nowadays to yesteryear, and you’d find I’ve actually improved – I’m now using my cell phone as a phone, for crying out loud! So what if it’s through Skype, at least I’m talking with other people. I’m becoming less and less of a homebody! That should be a good thing!

And if you think that you’re trying to “nip this [habit] in the bud”, before I start college, I have heard from my Skype friends (one of which is IN COLLEGE, by the way…) that people practically thrive on little to no sleep anyways. They also said that if I feel that little sleep just won’t cut it for me, I’ll learn to stop doing so on my own, without help.

And just a little note to add… I feel as if I’ve been doing virtually every chore under the sun simply to suck up to you. And one little late-night chat feels like I practically nullified 4 or 5 years of it.

And yes, I typed all this up on my iPod. Go ahead and confiscate that too, it’s not like there’s anything I use it for in school. Sure, I use it for an agenda… but I can use school computers to do the same. And I know Dad’s keeping the keys to the Chain on his nightstand. And go ahead and take my phone, because I can still call people with it in school over Skype. Go ahead and keep me off of every other computer in the world, because I can just as easily set my laptop up to allow RDP connections from outside the home network.

tl;dr – Seriously, the punishment doesn’t fit the crime in this case. Restricting the usage of my laptop to only my room is just uncalled for.




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Two password hints: Assignments and Journal

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Some (if any) may have noticed the single password protected post below.  I tried to give a hint about it in the excerpt, but I was faced with a whole lot of massive fail.

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New Goals

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I realize how late at night this posts is, but I had just finished up Chapter 1 of Surviving High School and it almost feels like a whole new set of goals just popped up for me.

Strange how a game can cause me to subconsiously set goals for myself. While I still have to figure out exactly what these goals are, I think I’ve figured out a couple.

•Up my popularity. I almost feel like one of those bottom feeder people at school.
•Find some way to get Homecoming King… or whatever that title is called. It would feel like a great accomplishment.
•Up the GPA. While I’m an A student, I almost feel as if I’m starting to drag behind a little bit.
•Improve girlfriend relationship. If every other goal fails, then at least there’d still be someone to care about, and someone who cares about me. I’d hate to be one of the people in the world who cares about nobody else.

I still have yet to open up that little blinking “Goals” button in the back of my brain to look at every little thing, but I’m figuring them out. Of course, whether or not I actually get these goals in gear is all up to my initiative and God.

Oh God, if it’s alright with you, I need your help to see the above goals through, as well as those goals I have already set, and those that sit in the back of my mind undetermined. If my life is at all like DnD in your eyes, then please roll me a high initiative… I just hate it in retrospect when I don’t get my butt in gear to do things.

The shelf fell

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I was awoken in the middle of the night by a large, long crash from underneath my room. Being on the second floor, I got my glasses and opened the door to find Mom already on the way down.

As it turns out, the shelf-on-the-wall gave and dropped its fragile pottery load onto the ground.

I almost figured our dog, deaf and sleeping in the same room, would have slept through it, but I saw him awake.

That’s good plates and mini clay sculptures now in the garbage. I don’t even know the amount of damage.

Back upstairs in my room, I can still hear them vaccuming up the possibly painful microscopic shards.

Back to bed, then.